crack: what’s up my fellow masters
So now that I’m not [XXXXXXXX] what’s... what’s been going on? With everyone?
Oh, I took your job and now I have immense trauma and power and unmitigated access to the water supply.
I’m unironically eating chalk to survive and have a bug yelling at me twenty-four seven.
I have an angry man living in my head and my eyepatches don’t fit anymore.
I keep finding feathers in my pants.
...well that’s not too bad-
I’m still alive.
I brought cult vibes into your wholesome world saving organization.
...um, also, the world got bleached.
I’m going back to [XXXXXXXXX XXXXXXX XXXXX].
NO COME BACK-














